Beth's Perspective
I found myself perched on a cushioned seat atop a raised platform, clad in five layers of fabric and adorned with a headdress crafted from solid gold, embellished with jade ornaments that complemented my eyes. My hair was styled in an intricate updo that seemed to defy the very laws of nature as I understood them, while my neck bore the weight of both my magically extended long hair and enough gold to sink a small vessel.
A woman, sporting antlers and glowing hands, caused my meticulously cut and styled hair to cascade down to my waist, which was both astonishing and quite annoying. I've never been fond of long hair; it requires too much upkeep, feels heavy, and is unbearably hot. Moreover, she didn't even bother to ask for my consent before making such a change, which I found quite impolite! I thought it was a universally acknowledged rule that one should never alter a woman's hair without her permission first.
